Dayvon Bennett | Von Chicago Illinois. _______________________________
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Hitting my blunt back to back I slouched my body down into the chair blowing out a cloud of smoke. One hit turned into two and before I knew it I was high and fucked up stuck in my thoughts thinking about Lucky.
" Where the blunt at? I'm ready to smoke." Booka held his hand out cheesing widely making me crack up.
" What's funny?"
" You." Ikey slapped his leg.
" Ain't no blunt."
" Ain't no what now?!" He leaned his head back frowning. " I smoked it." I said slowly.
" The blunt gone Book... I faced that shit."
" Don't put yo hands on me Trudy." Durk snapped. " Move brah damn!"
" You dye your hair and start acting brand new that's why yo shit ugly!" She smacked the back of his head.
" Looking like fucking goldilocks."
" Y'all ain't really my niggas." Booka dried his eyes off.
" God my only friend in this shit."
" Nigga what?" Ikey closed his chips up.
" Y'all know I been stressing bout when my meat got stolen from me, and I been waiting to smoke... and you just gone smo—"
He shook his head turning his back towards us.
" I can't even say it imma throw up."
" I'll roll another on—"
" Nah Von." Ikey took the bag of weed off the table before I could grab it.
" Nah what?" I sat up squinting my eyes at him.
" You high enough bitch." Trudy crossed her arms. " No more gas for y—"
" New opp pack in the air this gas or what?" I bobbed my head hitting the dance in my seat.
" He'll still be alive right now if Trudy ain't gas em upppp!" Durk dragged singing in front of her face being petty.
" Fuck you." She spat.
" I'm done with you."
" Okay." He shrugged.
" I been done with you."
" Chilll." I chuckled looking over seeing she was about to cry.
" He just playing True."
" Be the main one talking shit and as soon as he say something smart back you wanna fucking cry." Ikey licked his fingers mugging her.
